"Can't you handle it yourself?"
"Hmm?"
"Your left-hand lover~..."
As soon as the words left her mouth, her wrist was instantly gripped by the man. His deep and raspy voice carried a hint of playful teasing, "You seem to know quite a lot. How about lending me your hand?"
Lend him her hand?
No way!
Qiao An curled up into a ball, clutching her hand tightly, resisting his strength. "No, no way!"
"Why not?"
"Just... just no." Qiao An struggled for a long while before blurting out, "I'm scared."
"When you were teasing me, I didn't see you being scared."
Had she not been facing away from him, Qiao An would really have rolled her eyes at him. Having the guts to tease someone and having the guts to follow through are two completely different things, alright?
Every time she teased him, she always fled immediately. When had he ever seen her having the courage to stick around?
"If you're scared, you can close your eyes."
